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Show 119 with Parker's dad and the IRS. And who else? The City Treasurer or someone. Jeez!" "Nothing's simple, Dyna. But I was tempted to tell him the other day when he had those furniture appraisers up there looking at his old pi-anna." She pronounced the word Oscar's way. "Why don't you come?" Dyna perched on the arm of a chair. "There's room in Parker's pickup for three of us, easy." Gram rattled her paper. "After what you told that teacher?" "What'd I say?" "That nonsense about my ball-bearing hips, how I was offering hula lessons at the senior center." "Oh, Gram, that was just figurative speech!" "Well, I'll thank you to leave my figure out of it," she sniffed. "Is that why you're not going to Oscar's?" "No, Dyna. I'm just plain tired. I'd rather stay here." *'Guess I'd better get dressed," Dyna kissed her grandmother on the cheek and headed for her bedroom. "Wear your skirt!" Gram called after her, sounding bossy. Gram was definitely on the mend, Dyna noted happily. Her nagging was .gaining momentum right along with her health. Parker spotted Dyna as soon as he turned the corner of her street. She was sitting on the porch, wearing jeans and the blue V-neck sweater he liked. When she saw him she jumped up and walked to the curb, putting on a jacket as she went. He'd forgotten his own, it just occurred to always him. His mom/ said he went a little crazy in the spring, leaving good sense behind with his coat and boots. On impulse, Parker drove on past Dyna as if he didn't see her. She waved frantically, then stood there with her hands on her hips, reflecting outrage in his rear view mirror. Laughing uproariously, he threw the truck in reverse and backed up for her. She shook a fist at him as he leaned over and opened the door, but that was better than a finger. "I say there," he could hardly get it out, "you're getting so skinny I didn't recognize you." Dyna looked so tickled he knew he'd said the right thing. |
